The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 777 - 255: The Fifth Prince Arrives, Sikong Yan’s Frenzy
Facing Zhou Qing’s inquiry, Xuanyuan Shuo sighed helplessly.
"It’s a complete mess. The Flood Dragon Emperor, Weilun Demon, Qinluo Beast, and even further away, there are two Demon Emperors near a level four cultivation country region joining the commotion."
"That’s why we haven’t been able to make a move against these Demon Emperors at the border."
At this point, Xuanyuan Shuo couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.
Zhou Qing nodded, showing understanding.
"Alright, I won’t disturb you then, you get busy!" Xuanyuan Shuo said with a smile.
Zhou Qing nodded in acknowledgment, just about to speak, when he saw Xuanyuan Shuo suddenly extend a finger and swiftly point it towards his brow.
Before Zhou Qing could react, a shred of spiritual power violently invaded his sea of consciousness like a greedy wolf, evidently trying to search for something.
However, the next second, Xuanyuan Shuo groaned, his finger quickly recoiled as if electrocuted, eyes full of disbelief.
His Divine Sense at the Spirit Severing Realm was instantly erased cleanly by a terrifying force the moment it entered Zhou Qing’s sea of consciousness.
What was that thing?
Realizing what happened, Zhou Qing quickly stepped back, frowning and glaring at Xuanyuan Shuo with displeasure.
Xuanyuan Shuo found himself a bit awkward at the moment.
He intended to perform a Soul Search on Zhou Qing to see what that veiled woman had taken him to do, and then quietly erase the memory afterward, but it ended up backfiring.
It seems that Zhou Qing’s sea of consciousness was either marked by the Junior Master or tampered with by the veiled woman to prevent prying.
"Sir—" Zhou Qing looked at Xuanyuan Shuo with a face full of anger.
Xuanyuan Shuo cleared his throat and explained, "Well, Zhou my friend, you understand, right? That woman isn’t from our Holy Martial Dynasty, and as the border guardian, I have to be cautious."
Zhou Qing suppressed his anger, not daring to do anything, and said, "Sir, I can swear she only took us to that island in Qinluo Beast’s territory, and then returned. If you don’t believe me, you can check."
"I believe you, just being cautious." Xuanyuan Shuo scratched his head and said apologetically.
Seeing Zhou Qing still displeased, Xuanyuan Shuo laughed awkwardly and said, "Alright then, I’ll be off. Come visit the border if you have time."
It wasn’t until Xuanyuan Shuo’s figure completely disappeared from view that Zhou Qing slowly unclenched his tightly clenched fists.
Everyone knows that Soul Searching causes irreversible harm to others, yet Xuanyuan Shuo still didn’t hesitate to lay hands on him.
Even if he considered himself to be the Junior Master’s disciple, it was of no consequence.
Under Spirit Severing, everyone is nothing more than mere ants of varying sizes, essentially no different.
Xuanyuan Shuo treated him politely only because he thought he might have use for him in the future, such as pretending to be the Peng Emperor to balance the demon force at the border.
"In the end, it’s still not enough strength!" Zhou Qing was filled with helplessness and unwillingness, secretly clenching his fist.
After Zhou Qing walked out, Mo Xingjian hurriedly approached and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Not wanting his master to worry, Zhou Qing shook his head and forced a smile, saying, "I’m fine!"
Only then did Mo Xingjian feel relieved.
In a short time, this border prince had already visited Taiqing Sect twice.
"There are some things I know you find hard to avoid, but I still have to remind you to have less contact with the royal family. Don’t forget those three paintings the Seventh Prince sent during our battle of the Five Sects!"
Mo Xingjian said earnestly.
Zhou Qing replied, "I understand, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing."
...
By the stream!
Sikong Yan, as usual, sat quietly on a bamboo chair wearing a scarlet robe, holding a long fishing rod, eyes focused on the water surface.
Not far away, a little girl in a floral dress was happily catching butterflies, her bell-like laughter echoing through the entire valley.
At this moment, Sikong Yan slightly curved his lips, a hint of unnoticeable excitement flashing in his eyes.
For a large fish was circling around the fishhook continuously, just as he was preparing to welcome the fish biting the bait.
Suddenly, with a "whoosh," a top-grade Spirit Stone fell from high in the sky, accurately striking the water near the fishhook.
With a "splashing" sound, it caused a spray of water, the fish about to bite was instantly frightened, its tail swaying, quickly disappearing into the depths of the water.
Sikong Yan’s expression instantly turned gloomy, unhappily raising his head, shooting an eagle-like gaze in the direction the Spirit Stone flew from.
He saw a figure sitting steadily on a big tree opposite to the stream.
This person was dressed in a bright yellow robe, with a black hood and cloak, tightly covering his face.
As Sikong Yan’s gaze, filled with anger, turned over, the person on the tree slowly extended their hands, gently pinching the edges of the hood, slowly lifting it upwards.
The first thing that came into view was a pair of narrow, sinister eyes, cold and deep, beneath a high nose bridge with thin lips, slightly purple.
The corners of his mouth slightly curved, forming a faint, mocking smile, sending a chill down one’s spine.
"Sikong Yan, you truly give this prince a big surprise!" the man spoke mockingly.
Sikong Yan furrowed his brows and cast the fishing line back down, then glanced at the three guardians below the tree.
They were wearing uniform black attire, hooded, arms crossed, coldly staring at Sikong Yan.
Vaguely emanating a Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection aura.
"Uncle—" Seeing the menacing look of the few, Nannan was frightened, hurriedly coming down from the small hill, hiding behind Sikong Yan, and carefully peeking out at the opposite side.
